Pride Before the Fall 🍷

Think of the vintage Bordeaux sitting there in the cellar silently in the dark. A great work in progress waiting for the cellarman.
Reckon on a long wait. Several decades perhaps but eventually they will come and get you. Carried tenderly into the daylight. Ignored for all those years you are now the centre of attention.
Carefully dusted down and stood upright, another short wait, before being presented to the master. Ouch! The pain of the corkscrew the end is in sight. In a flash I’m just another empty bottle, a once proud Chateau Margaux, destined for the bottle bank.